she stole a ring
& called it forever.
i said yes
because i wanted
to believe her.

i carried us—
the bills, the food,
the fights.
she carried
nothing
but the matches
she used
to burn me.

she made me leave love
then punished me
for trying to find it again.

(1/2)

love shouldn’t ignore no
& rewrite your skin
without permission.
i was 14
& still learning how to say
yes
to myself.
i didn’t know how to say no
with a body that wasn’t even
mine yet.
(1/2)

You gave me away before I knew
what it meant to stay.
Three years old,
hands too small to hold onto you
or your reasons.

Seventeen,
the year I learned that goodbyes
can come long after someone has left.
A phone call,
a needle,
a mother I never really knew
but always felt missing.

(1/2)

I see you in the space between streetlights,
where the wind tastes like last October
and the leaves whisper your name.
I told myself I wouldn’t go back there,
but memory is a cruel, old house—
doors always open, floorboards

(1/?)

The world didn’t end like I thought it would,
just got quieter—
like the space after a slammed door,
like a name no one says anymore.

I buried you in the parts of me
that don’t see the sun,
but grief still blooms there,
soft and unwelcome.

(1/2)

⚠️TW: SELF HARM⚠️
I trace the blade like a promise,
carve my pain into skin—
maybe if I break enough,
you’ll remember how to hold me.

Maybe if I bleed,
you’ll come back,
just to see
if there’s anything left to save.

#poetrysky #poetry #sadpoetry #breakuppoetry

it’s the emptiness
that calls to me—
soft, persistent,
a shadow whispering
i’m not enough here.

it’s not wanting to die,
just wanting to know
what it would feel like
to be somewhere
without this weight.

maybe i just want to
know what it’s like
to stand there
& not feel
so lost.

the loneliess has teeth
and it bears down on my heart
next my brain
the hum of the refrigerator is heavy
breaking any silence there was before

i don't turn on the lights anymore
i can pretend you're here when it's like this
dark.
alone.

#poetrysky #poet #sadpoetry #breakup #relationship

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDERS⚠️

he hunger whispers
like an old friend.
you answer.

later,
kneeling,
throat raw,
you wonder—
is this all
i am?

#poetry #poetrysky #poet #sadpoetry #writing #eatingdisorders #bulemia #anorexia

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDERS⚠️
they say,
you can’t have this body
and this sickness.
but they don’t hear
the screaming silence,
don’t see
the empty plates,
don’t feel
the shame that
swallows you whole.

to them,
you are just
too much.
to you,
you are never
enough.

#poetrysky #bulemia #anorexia

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM AND SUICIDE⚠️

relief
i don’t want to die,
i just want
the ache
to go away,
the heaviness
to lift,
the silence
to be kind.

i don’t want
to end it,
i just want
to feel
like i’m
breathing again.

#poetry #poetrysky #poet #sadpoetry #writing

how do you measure love
when your heart is a wildfire
& theirs is a candle?
i want a love
that burns my skin
just to prove it’s real,
but they tell me
that warmth
is enough.
maybe i want too much
a love that spills over,
a love that consumes,
but isn’t that what love is
supposed to feel like

1 of 2

⚠️TW SUICIDE, SELF HARM, EATING DISORDER⚠️

if i carved my pain
into my skin,
if i starved myself
into nothing,
if i made a graveyard
of my body,
would you believe me then?

tell me,
how much of me
must i destroy
before you see
i'm already gone?

#poetry #poetrysky #poet #sadpoetry #writing

i am a pouring pitcher,
filling every cracked cup,
yet my own glass
stays empty.

i wonder if someone
will see me
evaporate—
but they don’t.

still, i pour,
hoping the universe
will fill me back—
it never does.

#poetry #poetrysky #poet #sadpoetry #writing #bpd #peoplepleaser

you walked through the fire
& lived to tell the tale—
but now,
the smoke
still clings to your lungs,
& every breath feels
like a battle
you never asked to fight.

#poetry #poetrysky #poet #sadpoetry #writing #suicide

i do not believe
in gods or devil's,
but guilt whispers
their names to me
anways.

a hymn of
"you should have been better"
and i hum along,
even though
i do not know the words.

#poetry #poetrysky #poet #sadpoetry #writing #religious #religion #religioustrauma

i fear this may be
me at my best—
half-hearted smiles
held together by thread,
words that choke
before they leave.

if this is all
i have to give,
then what good
am i to anyone?

even my shadows
have grown bored
of following me.

#poetry #poetrysky #poet #sadpoetry #writing